This is a song about "Butch princess"

You said i was your little princess

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Nobody to tell her she was a princess

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Cuz you aint slippin by, names princess but bio says that he's a guy

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

The way ill treat ya, youll feel like a princess,

Forget about the consequences, i really just needed to see my princess

Oh god if only they could see the poverty in my head, the distress,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I rob it like i'm butch cassidy, so wack emcees packed in factories,

I killed princess laegih then i raped her

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure